AV 15 Iron Woman Match: Natasha Han Vs. Valley Doll

Valley knew that Natasha wasn’t going to submit to the move. She’d wrestled this woman more times than anyone else in a year’s time, and if there was one thing she’d come to understand, it was that she didn’t know how to quit. It wasn’t in her. Valley could snap every bone in her body, and she’d just keep on asking for more. It was as if she didn’t even realize that tapping was an option. Maybe it wasn’t, in her mind.

But that was the great thing about this particular move: Natasha’s spirit wouldn’t give up, but if her body didn’t enough oxygen, it would. Desire didn’t factor into the equation.

So Valley pumped her legs and pumped them hard, flexing to her maximum. She swung her hips from side to side, whipping Natasah’s head around and trying to knock the fight out of, ride down the escape attempts.

”Go to sleep.” She hissed, staring into her rival’s eyes. ”Just go to sleep.” She demanded, punctuating every word with another pulse of her hardening thighs.

Natasha wanted to submit. She honestly, truly did. Again though, she was stubborn, and there was too much riding on this match for her to give in. She wasn't going to submit or quit or give up until she honestly couldn't move anymore. If Valley wanted her to stop, she was going to have to force her to do so.

Natasha wasn't letting that happen though. Not today. Not any day. Not ever again.

Even as the Slamazon flexed and pumped and swung her legs around, the Russian still dug her fingers into her thighs, doing her best to get a tight, firm grip. She barely even realized what she was doing. All she knew was that she had to do something to free herself.

She stared back into Valley's eyes, and grit her teeth, growling weakly at the Slamazon. She drew her legs in under herself, slowly pulling her knees beneath her body, and with a weaker scowl she began to move, trying her best to lift Valley up, trying her damnedest to struggle up to her knees, so that she could make an attempt to stand back up, one more time.

Natasha should’ve been weakening. She should’ve been losing her energy. She should’ve been metling into a weak, little Russian puddle between Valley’s thighs. Yes, she wasn’t doing the figure-four headlock the normal way, but this should’ve been just as effective. It should’ve worked.

So why wasn’t it? Why was Natasha not just surviving, but thriving?

The referee came close, keeping her eyes on Natasha to make sure this stayed safe as she began to surge up to her knees. She was rising. Impossible as it was, she was going to get to her feet.

”No!” Valley gave Natasha a hard slap right on the top of her head. ”Enough! Just go down already!”

What Valley didn't realize was that Natasha was weakening. The Russian was pushing her body so much harder than the human body had any right to be pushed. Even if Natasha won this, she would most likely be out of action for quite some time. She was so stubborn, so determined not to lose this, that she was willing to push her body to the absolute breaking point to win.

And she was going to win. She had no doubt about that at all.

Natasha paused for a moment, as Valley slapped her right in the skull, but it was only for a brief moment. She growled again in response, clutching tighter at Valley's thighs, as she continued powering her way to her feet, forcing herself up from her knees to a full standing position, forcing herself to keep moving and to keep going.

Valley was determined. Hardcore, purebred, determined. When she said she was going to put Natasha to sleep, she’d meant it, 100%. It didn’t matter that the Russian kept coming back, it didn’t matter that she was summoning energy out of nothingness, it didn’t matter how many times she surged back to life.

Valley was going to win. That was the bottom line. End of story.

She gripped even tighter as Natasha started to stand up, tightening the hold to the point where it hurt her as well. It wasn’t the best situation, really, but they’d been in a similar situation, hadn’t they? Valley shut down Natasha’s efforts then, and she’d do it now, too.

Up, up, up Natasha went, steadily rising despite all the odds. Valley waited, bided her time nad held on to the last moment, right before they were high enough for a powerbomb. In that exact moment, she fell back and turned her headlock into one of the sloppiest hurricanranas of her entire life, sending Natasha flying head over heels with her failing legs and dropping her hard on her back.`

It might have been sloppy, but there was no denying that the huracanrana was effective. Natasha never even saw it coming, she didn't even dream that Valley would have tried for it. The Slamazon did go for it, though, and the Russian was soon greeted by the feeling of the canvas, her back slamming hard and heavily into it.

She jerked, just once, then went still again, the mighty Wrestle Angel once again unmoving against the mat...and just as they had done before, the crowd began to yell for her, the Mongolians chanting Natasha's name, practically begging the woman to get back up, and to somehow keep fighting. This time, though, it looked like Natasha was done, lying there completely and utterly still.

Natasha wasn’t the only one who wasn’t moving.

Valley wasn’t unconscious, but she was far closer to it than she liked. After the hurricanrana, she’d flopped over to her chest and laid there with her arms at her side and her face against the floor, breathing against the mat. She was inhaling sweat, and the funny thing was that she could actually tell the difference between hers and Natasha’s. That was just how intimate she’d become with this woman’s body.

...no matter what happened, no matter what she said, Valley was never wrestling this woman again after this match.

But, hopefully, it wouldn’t even come to that. After a moment, Valley began to stir, pushing up and slowly rising. She turned to Natasha with one eye closed. ”Please, just stay down…” She gasped and dropped her head, pressing her forehead against the mat. ”...you crazy, crazy Russian.”

Natasha laid there, completely out of it. She was soaking wet, and she was burning beneath the hot, relenting lights that shone high above the ring. She was hurting, from her head to her toes, pain running through every part of her body. She had never felt like this before. She had never felt this wrecked before. Even against Radmilla, Radmilla of all people, her body didn't feel this bad.

It wasn't a good feeling. It wasn't a good feeling at all, but...she had to keep going. She just had to.

The sound of Valley's voice begging her to stay down was enough to rouse the Russian, and soon enough, she opened her eyes, turning her head sideways to stare blankly towards her rival. "N-no..." she weakly, oh-so-weakly answered the Slamazon, her voice barely a whisper. "I cannot..."

She laid there a moment longer after she uttered those words, then began to sit up again. She was moving slow, perhaps slower than she had this entire match, but she was moving, and in her mind, that was all that was important right now.

Valley saw Natasha open her eyes, heard her speak, then watched as she began to move, against everything she knew about how the human body was supposed to work.

For the time in her entire career, Valley cried in the middle of the ring.

It was impossible to tell, what with all the sweat she had accumulated about her face, but the waterworks were pouring. She wasn’t just physically spent, but emotionally, too. She wanted to be out of this ring. She wanted to never touch Natasha again. She wanted to be done with this hellish experience and go home and make love to her beautiful girlfriend and binge watch Star Wars Rebels or something.

But she couldn’t. She couldn’t because this insane, bonkers, crazy, demented, deranged, screwy, certifiable Russian simply would not go down. It was as if her body had evolved to the point where it no longer needed air to survive.

”Goddamn it!” Valley slammed her fist into the floor as she cursed for the first time in her AFW career. Her mother would be giving her guff for that tomorrow, but she didn’t care much now. Her only thought - her only thought - was finishing Natasha off. Nothing else mattered. Nothing else existed.

She reached over, grabbed Natasha’s head, and shoved it into another figure-four headlock, wrapping her thighs around the Russian’s head and squeezing away. For the last time. The very last time.

Valley wasn't alone, of course. Natasha was ready for this to be over, as well. She would never show it on the outside, but on the inside, she was a desperate, almost broken woman. She made a mental note to herself to never fight in an Iron Woman match again, at least not one this long, and definitely not against someone as resilient and tough as Valley.

She began to sit up, but before she knew it, Valley had grabbed her head again, shoving it back between her thighs. Always with the legs. Always. It was enough to drive a woman mad, or at least it would have been if Natasha was thinking clearly enough to be driven mad.

Just like before, those dangerous legs wrapped around her, and just like before, Natasha's hands quickly shot up, grabbing onto her thighs, trying to pry them loose and stop them from locking completely around her. She dug her nails in and squeezed, doing everything she could to stop the deadly hold, knowing if Valley was able to lock it in that she would be completely, finally, and truly finished.